"Sister...... Don't cry, we can live, don't be afraid. Yuan Mengmeng comforted Song Yiyi clumsily and treated her wound briefly.

Because Song Zhengyang deliberately teased, the wound only bleed a lot, and it was not fatal, but if it dragged on for a long time, he would still die.

"Knock knock—" There was a knock on the door, startling both of them inside.

Yuan Mengmeng was so scared that her hands were shaking, although she was bold, she had never met the murderer face to face......

Oh...... It seems like once.

It feels like it's back to that time when my heart is hanging in my throat.

"Don't go over." Song Yiyi grabbed Yuan Mengmeng's arm and shook her head.

Yuan Mengmeng didn't dare to go over, nested next to Song Yiyi, and looked at the time on the phone: "Sister...... Don't worry, the police should be here in a moment. ”

Song Yiyi sat up a little and whispered: "Go find some weapons such as knives or scissors to defend yourself, otherwise he will come in in a while......"

They had no chance of escaping.

"Okay." Yuan Mengmeng went to rummage things.

The knocking continued.

It's like a midnight bell, and it's terrifying, and it's scary from the heart.

Finally, the knocking on the door outside stopped, but Song Yiyi did not feel relaxed, on the contrary, she was even more scared.

It was the same feeling she had when she had been hiding in the hole and seeing the knife hanging above her head.

Yuan Mengmeng trotted over, gave the kitchen knife to Song Yiyi, took a pair of scissors himself, and exhaled.

"Give me the scissors, the kitchen knife is in my hand, it doesn't work." Song Yiyi smiled and weakly took the scissors from Yuan Mengmeng's hand.

Two men changed weapons.

Women's physical strength largely determines their weak position.

Men are too physically strong, such as people outside now.

"Bang-" The door was kicked and shook, and Yuan Mengmeng was so shocked that he almost shouted, but fortunately covered his mouth.

A pair of dark eyes stared at the door that had quieted down again, and everyone was shaking.

"Sister...... You hide first. Yuan Mengmeng was in a hurry, looking at the surrounding places, ready to hide her.

Song Yiyi grabbed her hand and shook her head: "He came for me, if he really came in, you must rush out, you know?" ”

The little girl wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted by Song Yiyi: "Go and take something, wear two more pieces of clothes on your body, and wrap hard things inside." ”

"Click-" The door was smashed open by an axe from someone outside, the size of a slap.

Through the hole, they could see Song Zhengyang standing outside, waving at them, still laughing.

Yuan Mengmeng swallowed his saliva, very afraid.

But she is a person who wants to be a military wife, she can't be coaxed, and there is an injured sister waiting for her to save her.

"I'll get it." Yuan Mengmeng ran to the earthen stove, scooped a bowl of ashes out with a bowl, and sprinkled it outside.

A cloud of soot.

Yuan Mengmeng looked at the cigarette ash in his hand, and suddenly had a way.

"Sister, let's get out of the chimney! Come on. Yuan Mengmeng helped Song Yiyi into the kitchen, smashed the pot, and dismantled part of it, she looked up from below and gestured.

"You can go up, wait for us to go up, and then run, it will be a long time, and the police will definitely come by then." The little girl was laughing, her face dirty, full of soot.

"Bang-" The door was kicked again, and the furniture crumbled.